It's a beautiful day in Western Pennsylvania. Mid-70s with a slight breeze and plenty of sunshine.
I stopped at Marshall's this morning to buy a gift card for an employee who won the summer contest we hosted at Dignity Home Care Professionals. As I left with my gift card secured in my purse and my mask secured over my nose and mouth (as it should be, right?) 😷, I lowered my sunglasses over my eyes and walked out into the plaza. 😎 My mood was nearing a 10, since doing for others always makes me feel good and I'm really happy about awarding this prize to our employee.
A stout woman, probably in her 50s, approached me and said, "Congratulations!" I could hear the smile behind her mask.
"Excuse me?" I said.
She mustered up even more enthusiasm and repeated, "Congratulations!"
She nearly cooed. "You're having a baby!" 🤰
Behind my dark glasses and dark mask, she could not see my wrinkled expression as I said, "No, I'm not."
Dejected, she simply said, "Oh," and walked away. No apology. No embarrassment. No "Just kidding!" Nothing.
My 10 mood plummeted as quickly as I walked to my car. Am I really that fat? I wondered.
As I backed out of my parking space, I picked up the phone and called my best friend of nearly 60 years.
After she recovered from hearing my story, she said, "But you're so skinny."
Moral of the story: We all need friends like Dawn. BFF. No doubt about it.